Page 124 of Rider Daddies
All that matters is the moment.
And this one is a big one.
This is the first time we’re getting hot and heated on a bed.
I look up at the three men over me who could, quite frankly, be my papas. They’re tall even when I’m standing at full height, so you can imagine what it’s like when I’m laid down and all three of them come to step over me.
Giants. Literally.
The throbbing between my legs is pretty much unavoidable. Something needs to be done.
And since the other two are too busy watching the show, I make a start on my own pleasure.
“Woah, what are you doing?” Ash fires off when he notices my finger under my panties. “You know the rules.”
“My memory is bad. You’ll have to remind me.”
Ash locks eyes with me and pops a finger in his mouth. But not just any finger. It was the one he used to torment me at the bar.
“Mmmm.” The sound effects are already bringing me to the edge. “Full of goodness.”
Saint watches with spiteful eyes. “What the fuck, bro?”
“Snooze you lose, brother.”
Saint scoffs and joins me on the bed, undressing me.
I lie on the bed like a mannequin as he unzips my denim shorts, tugging them off.
When I’m fully naked, Saint runs his hands all over my body, traversing every patch of skin, every nook and cranny. It’s a massage with a happy ending.
Multiple.
“Which did you prefer…” Ryder takes his mouth away from my collarbone and looks me in the eye. “The table or the tattoo parlor?”
“You’re forgetting about the Harley.”
Ryder’s face turns sour. “Fuck the Harley.”
It must still be too fresh.
God forbid one of his brothers gets his hands on me first…
It’s endearing to see them all squabble over who deserves me most, until I realize that the price is their relationship. Knowing what I do now, it’s my goal to unite them all. I don’t want to turn them against one another, because if I do that, I risk losing one of them.
And I can’t lose any.
God, I sound like a spoiled brat who doesn’t know how to pick one.
But I don’t think any womancouldpick just one.
Brothers come as package deals—everybody knows that.
“Both were fun,” I answer. “But this bed will be better on my back.”
Ryder continues trailing kisses along my collarbone. While he’s doing that, Saint nestles his head between my legs and teases his hot breath over where I want him most.
Note to self: Never underestimate the power of a man’s breath.
